Lost soulTashkent, Uzbekistan. Her walls have been built one hundred and sixteen years ago. Witnesses of a past beauty, they’ve hosted a thousand workers at the time of communist empire. Dedicated to her, they were committed to keep her busy. Strategical production unit of paper, cardboard and cotton. But as all ladies of her time, she also keeps her little secrets. She were used to make gun powder on a clandestine way. She sent it to Russia through a tunnel hidden under the engine room, to provide Russian arsenal. And then, Soviets put her on the side. They shut her down. Forbade everyone to give her a second chance or even to visit her. It’s been five years today that she’s been left alone. She is the paper factory. The one that everyone forgot.